Spring Break

I remember waking up to the screech of seagulls around noon, top bunk. Sunshine poured in through the windows. I fumbled for my glasses amidst the bed sheets and grains of sand throughout them. Half awake, and often slightly hung over, I would look down to see all three of your faces. Still asleep, like the lazy teenage girls you are. I carefully crept down from the top bunk, into the plethora of clothes, makeup, tampon wrappers, and damp bikinis that were scattered across our bedroom carpet. This is how I would wake up when I was happy.